There is a lingering memory in my heart, that stage play, that light, I am a tree. Just a tree, standing there quietly, looking at the scene in front of me, but unable to do anything...
In this world, there are three kinds of eyes that cannot be faced.
For children, for cats, for dogs.
There are too many expectations in the dog's eyes ----- unable to give
The cat's eyes are full of temptation, which is irresistible.
The child's eyes, pure and pure, let me know that the past is a place we can never go back to...
This confused city lingers in the darkness.
Life is always just unknown.
Intention: